Sexual Musings :: Jewelweed

I’ve never known a gentle love. Maybe there’s something in my rain-soaked soil of a heart that doesn’t allow people to take root; the way I value men, with their three-day-old beards and tired eyelashes, is the tender way one cups water the first time they swim in the sea. Lovers don’t come built in […]

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NaNoWriMo :: Day 1

Didn’t get off to the best start on Day One (just a little over 600 words) but I kept telling myself: “I started.” That’s what matters right? To begin. To commence. I mixed it up a little and played with free-writing on Day One instead of choosing a specific moment on the timeline to sketch. […]

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Sexual Musings :: Anonymous

Sexual Musings :: Anonymous Violet light is dripping across the page, under the shadow of ink and words I’ve laid down like thistles. Every line protects a promise, caged stripes of faded blue and echoes of all the praise which would spill from my mouth if I’d only let them loose like doves into the […]

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NaNoWriMo :: Preptober

Things are ’bout to get real shifty ’round here for the next couple months and I couldn’t possibly be more excited. I committed to 2018’s NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) challenge, as of this week, and have begun Preptober in earnest. As of now, I have: Chosen my genre Picked a story idea Announced said idea on […]

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Sexual Musings :: Alder

My name pouring out of your mouth is berries on the vine and barnwood in the sun; three syllables ricocheting like bird shot in my rib cage and leaving me aching for the taste of your smoking temper. Charred apple and alder and maple love-letters from your bottom lip to mine, gentle as creek water […]

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Sexual Musings :: Estuary

There is a word for the place where a river meets the sea – It’s like a melody I heard as a child From the back pew Of a stained glass church, Whispering across my skin On steel core fiddle strings: “Estuary. Estuary. Estuary.” And I want to paint our bedroom In its colors- Foam […]

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